But the real star is Hessler’s script, the writer playing on ecological fears with playful irreverence. He doesn’t beat the viewer over the head with the climate changes aspects of the film yet at the same time he isn’t afraid of them, either, the filmmakers making their sociological points but doing so in the confines of a giddily gory creature feature.
Blue Ruin is a movie about revenge. It is about cycles of violence. It is about the hurt, resentments and insecurities that can build up over time leading to spur of the moment decisions which can have tragic repercussions.
With Only Lovers Left Alive Jarmush adds another borderline masterwork to the list, changing gears once again to deliver a supernatural love story hiding a deftly insightful social commentary within its intelligently labyrinthine layers.
Pogue’s grip on all of this might be tenuous, but he knows how to maintain control and deliver the good when it matters most, the climax a terrifying maelstrom of emotional misery that left me shaky and unsettled long after the screen had faded into black.
This isn’t a great movie. I’m not even sure it’s a good one. But I can’t say I was entertained, and as inane as this remake might be the fact it’s an action effort that returns to basics and eschews computer-augmented bits of trickery for old school rock’em sock’em fists-a-flying fireworks is a major plus as far as I’m concerned.
Bears isn’t a bad film, far from it, and do think parents should show it to their children (and hopefully watch it with them). I’m just not sure if it is worthwhile for them to head out to the multiplex to view it instead of waiting for the movie to hit DVD and Blu-ray.
That Transcendence doesn’t ultimately work is decidedly a problem but that doesn’t make the experience of watching it any less riveting, and as failures go this is arguably one I’ll be thinking about and pondering for many months to come.
It took me three viewings to watch ‘Delivery Man’ the second time, not because I found the attempt a execrable experience but more because I kept falling asleep. That says it all, right?
Cuban Fury is so darn likeable, so amazingly jovial and, best of all, so gosh darn funny, the over-familiarity of it all doesn’t end up being as gigantic a problem.